Posted by: The Malt House | August 6, 2010

The Cloud Catcher


The early morning sun rises, salmon pink rays swim in a cold, grey sea of cloud. On the hills, trees clutch and catch the wandering low clouds, every leaf and branch drinking in misty refreshment. Nature wakes and bustles into the milky day, refreshed and renewed. Birdsong fills the air, wren leading the chorus with a scene stealing warbling celebration. Warmth gradually returns to the air, the chill of night banished from whence it came.

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